Lyrics:
where we come from now we wasn't supposed to make it
I'm a living legend, I'ma die as the greatest
I just tell my story and the blood is never basing
You knew my name but not my story
You see my smile not my pain
You notice cuts but not my scars
Beneath this shell I'm not the same
You knew my name
Listen up I got a story to tell
cbout a man who changed the world by changing himself
Into Black praising, Fact saying, Track slaying teacher
cs
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin'
He didn't like his
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin'
[Chorus]
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the game, P.E.!
We ain't for the game
We for
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be
as a daughter of Asian parents, what's on paper still matters to your parents, no matter how old you are If we look at what's on paper, I did succeed. 10 albums
insane
Here by myself
With my brain
Pacin' through the pain
Drenched in rain
Leaking in my veins
Still alive
David Blaine
Made this album to recover
Get my
written
Goin in, I spit on the spot
Knowin it’s, about to be hot
Flowin with, whatever comes to thought
Glowing since, this album now dropped
...Some
she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
attention
I was distant
I focused on the posters on my wall
Caught a vision
Now my words fall in rhythm
HIP HOP made a difference
Making albums ain't
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